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towerofanimus2013-05-11 09:43 pm
awfulsentimetal) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-11 09:43 pm
Ever since the first time I opened my eyes
Characters: The Spine and YOU
Setting: Room 03-20, elevator, and the floor three library.
Format: Prose, brackets, whichever!
Summary: The Spine arrives in the Tower and is displeased.
Warnings: None
Room 03-20
The letter crumples in The Spine’s hand. What it has to say is as impossible as it is concise. He is quite certain that he would have noticed the world ending; a catastrophe on that scale would force him out of stasis, surely. His external sensors exist for a reason. No, far more likely that this is the work of another ambitious mad scientist stealing a Walter automaton to find out what makes them tick.
…Which, while plausible, doesn’t go very far towards explaining how he had gone into stasis in the Hall of Wires and come back online in this strange room, wearing a white coverall—leotard--not his normal clothes. Factor in the letters and the evidence that there are other occupants of this room and it becomes even less likely. Then there’s the fact that he had been able to move after thirty seconds of paralysis and had not been strapped down as he had initially feared—the facts were beginning to skew in the letter’s favor.
Not thinking about it. It has to be a case of kidnapping (stealing, kidnapping is for people, not robots classified as heavy machinery) because the alternative is... Everything, everyone, being gone. Six, QWERTY, his brothers--
No. Nope. Not thinking about it.
He frowns and sets the letter aside, then picks up the second piece of paper. Well… might as well read all of the provided material. Then see if there’s anything useful in that trunk at the end of the bed, and after that…
…Find the exit.
Elevator
Waiting for the elevator is a tall, thin, silver-faced robot. His clothes are nicely tailored and predominantly black, and there’s a black fedora on his head. He seems rather irritated by the collar around his neck, occasionally tugging at it and venting steam before dropping his hand back to his side.
Floor Three
Floor one ought to be where a building’s exit is located, in a well-ordered world. Evidently this wasn’t one, as The Spine had found himself in a large cafeteria. One perplexed look around and he had turned right back around and found the stairs. Two flights took him into a library. As soon as he found it he decided to stay holed up with the books until he had learned everything he could about this strange place he's found himself held captive in.
If only it were that easy.
The Spine sits with books piled around him, long legs folded. None of them are useful. Not a single one. He's on the verge of giving up entirely, face resting in his hands in a very human expression of defeated exhaustion.
Setting: Room 03-20, elevator, and the floor three library.
Format: Prose, brackets, whichever!
Summary: The Spine arrives in the Tower and is displeased.
Warnings: None
Room 03-20
The letter crumples in The Spine’s hand. What it has to say is as impossible as it is concise. He is quite certain that he would have noticed the world ending; a catastrophe on that scale would force him out of stasis, surely. His external sensors exist for a reason. No, far more likely that this is the work of another ambitious mad scientist stealing a Walter automaton to find out what makes them tick.
…Which, while plausible, doesn’t go very far towards explaining how he had gone into stasis in the Hall of Wires and come back online in this strange room, wearing a white coverall—leotard--not his normal clothes. Factor in the letters and the evidence that there are other occupants of this room and it becomes even less likely. Then there’s the fact that he had been able to move after thirty seconds of paralysis and had not been strapped down as he had initially feared—the facts were beginning to skew in the letter’s favor.
Not thinking about it. It has to be a case of kidnapping (stealing, kidnapping is for people, not robots classified as heavy machinery) because the alternative is... Everything, everyone, being gone. Six, QWERTY, his brothers--
No. Nope. Not thinking about it.
He frowns and sets the letter aside, then picks up the second piece of paper. Well… might as well read all of the provided material. Then see if there’s anything useful in that trunk at the end of the bed, and after that…
…Find the exit.
Elevator
Waiting for the elevator is a tall, thin, silver-faced robot. His clothes are nicely tailored and predominantly black, and there’s a black fedora on his head. He seems rather irritated by the collar around his neck, occasionally tugging at it and venting steam before dropping his hand back to his side.
Floor Three
Floor one ought to be where a building’s exit is located, in a well-ordered world. Evidently this wasn’t one, as The Spine had found himself in a large cafeteria. One perplexed look around and he had turned right back around and found the stairs. Two flights took him into a library. As soon as he found it he decided to stay holed up with the books until he had learned everything he could about this strange place he's found himself held captive in.
If only it were that easy.
The Spine sits with books piled around him, long legs folded. None of them are useful. Not a single one. He's on the verge of giving up entirely, face resting in his hands in a very human expression of defeated exhaustion.
Floor three! And now you've got AEH stuck in my head again.
...Except, well, that there's a robot. Still, he won't be deterred! At least it's not a monster.
"I know this library hasn't been much help, but... you know, I bet there will be another way to get more information." He tries for a reassuring smile. "So... don't give up!"
/cackles into the sunset
"I... won't?"
The Spine hadn't expected to be approached, let alone by someone offering kind advice. He noticed the collar around the young--admittedly, to him all humans were young, technically--man's neck. "You're trapped here too?" he asked, tapping his own orange one.
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"Yeah, there are a lot of us here," Apollo replies. "I went the same route that you did - research first, hoping to get my wits about me. But the most useful resources around here, I've found, are the people." He chuckles sheepishly. "Not that I'll be any help, since I'm new too. Sorry."
no subject
"Nothin' to apologize for." A lot of us. There hadn't been many people in the cafeteria when he had briefly poked his head in. Off hours, he decides. Either that, or this man is lying, although he can't think of a reason why he would. Simplest answer is usually the right one: he's telling the truth. The Spine offers a hand. "I appreciate the help just the same. I'm called The Spine. What's your name, stranger?"
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"But, uh, if you're still not ready to go interrogating people for info, apparently there are some guides on the network." Being a robot, the Spine should be able to access that without difficulty, right?
Apollo takes the offered hand and gives it a shake. "I'm Apollo Justice, attorney at law. Though I guess it doesn't mean much here." He rubs the back of his head. "The Spine, huh? Is it because you're so tall?"
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He turns, showing the holes cut into the back of his vest and the elongated spines of his vertebrae that protrude all the way up to the nape of his neck. "It's on account of this titanium alloy spine of mine." And that's his back story.
There's a hint of a wider smile on his face when he turns back to face Apollo. "I'm a musical automaton, but that's about as useful here as being a lawyer, I expect."
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He quirks a brow at that. "Well, it's definitely more entertaining than what I do, and I'm sure the people could use that." And it's not like people ever particularly liked lawyers, anyway. Though that's a whole different story. "But-- you were built to make music? Er." A nervous smile. "Pardon me for asking."
no subject
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"Well, there is a possibility someone you know is here," Apollo says, a touch slowly, "I was brought here around the same time as someone from my world, and I know a few others here who are also from the same place. I didn't actively seek them out, considering the contents of that letter, but... It's something to think about."
no subject
He shook his head and offered a faint smile. "Anyway... There's no need to be callin' me sir. The Spine, or just Spine, will do, Mister Justice."